Quentin Grant hummed in acknowledgment. "It's good that you're self-aware."
Nicholas Ainsworth's smile froze on his lips, but he still extended a hand in an inviting gesture. "Big Brother, after you."
Quentin Grant strode ahead without a second thought. Secretary Lynch followed close behind, making sure to glance back at Nicholas Ainsworth.
Nicholas Ainsworth followed closely, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. It wasn't just because of what Quentin Grant had said, but also because of the man's innate air of nobility. 'It's something I can never hope to match,' he thought.
They walked into the venue and took their seats. Quentin Grant toyed with a pen, his expression indifferent and aloof, as if he had nothing on his mind.
Nicholas Ainsworth turned to look at him from time to time. Seeing his calm and composed demeanor, he couldn't help but anticipate the look on Quentin Grant's face when he lost the bid. 'It will definitely be a spectacular sight.'
